Tercets Poems - Poems about Tercets

Memories sweet, a joyful, bright affair, Your show of laughter, banishing all care, Love surrounds you, a gift beyond compare, Elegant spirit, shining ever near, Now celebrate, with happiness sincere, Every good wish, throughout this coming year. ©bfa031425 (Birthday of Mylene Asuncion)...

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I did write poems on each Rune. The Frissian futhorc I assume, Each new rune lesson learnt- a boon. Art and poems I showed to kin. Kin stated poems and art a win, Rune poems writ came from within. Ink drawings for each rune, I start. Each drawing did was from the heart, Art and poem don’t stand apart. Runes...

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Apple spice winds fanning the flames of campfire stories engorged with horror; Fevered is the air filled with such games. Drifting away on falling leaves crackling colors paint the ground; Art so poignant no one grieves. Words cover me with a slow crawl ageless fear explodes on my skin; I am now left in awe falling for it all....

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A backyard garden planted with flowering perennials so as not to seem deliberate the green stalks swell with anticipation awaiting the creaking gate of summer to open up letting in, with a firm step, the first orange flowers...

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Sitting on a global seesaw Play a universal keyboard Show (don't TELL) discordant sounds Kneel to Ultimate Disruption Flood the zone with zoonosis We've got your mess uncovered O the weaponized muse! Wait for humanity to make an appearance March through grumpy gamma rays Forget a nuclear shootout Promote a Swan Lake retirement A soft landing in a noisy scenario Music lives to fight another day Stop the...

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Peaceful place Enlighted with The sweetness of the moon Beautiful seabay Immerged in a pretty Sky tenderness Beauteous scenery Located behind The cliff highness Sumptuous frame Implanted on a natural temple, Happiness for idyllic strolls! Light by such a night Is a wonderful reflect of the full moon Then, one of the lovely rules taken From a sweet evening, Should be...Peace, Light and Love! ©Rita Solis Radius. Sept 5th 2020....

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The nun is taking coke, the pope is getting mad - he told her not to choke. Her habit's getting bad; her doctor's even worse, but drinking makes him sad. He sped off in a hearse and gambled quite a lot, then stole a robber's purse. Today is very hot, the judge is getting tired - he smoked a ton of pot. I hear they're getting fired... (Will...

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Freedom at Mid-Night Huge crowd of a small town, lighted lamps and fireworks No electricity, the only battery radio of my town on stage Airing the first freedom speech of *Nehru sparking thus: India made a tryst with destiny with many brakes Now the time has come to redeem our pledge At mid-night hour the world sleeps, India wakes. A moment comes,...

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As a kid I was fascinated to the gold ring of my grandma, I used to play with it when she would cuddle me in her lap As I grew up, got more introvert sitting alone as if in trauma. The reason was ardent desire to get admission in university Though my father with little means was trying hard...

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Journeys, Translation of Etiemble’s tercets: Voyages by T. Wignesan For André Gâteau (End rhyme scheme: aab, ccd, aab, eed in the original, the...

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To the wings of our dove, there is rosy parity Fated to meet when the light meets the dark Between us there is a bridge of love of solidity As excited, I reached the bridge with hilarity Hovering above me were dark clouds, Hark! My eyes fixed on the other side with sere anxiety. Standing on middle of the bridge with...

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Conquistador, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s tercets : Conquistador Message to fellow soupers: I have been trying to upload, in vain, yet another translation of a Paul Verlaine poem titled: "Ballade in favour of those called Decadents and Symbolists" since 28/09/2013, so if anyone is interested in reading it, just Google it or go to my...

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The ebb and flow of your life is in a constant state of flux. While the “meat and potatoes” of a soul are at its’ core, these sublimations are kept hidden deep inside. They’re always under cover and kept hidden deep inside, roiling your life with a tidal action to a constant state of flux, while the “nitty grittys” of...

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